If it's not too late to prompt you, Findis/ElemmĂrĂ« and S: Music, for the song... Soon Love Soon? â„
It's never too late to prompt me! :D
I started and restarted a thing for this prompt like five times before realizing I was trying to recreate something I started but never managed to finish for Femslash February! So here's a self-contained snippet of that.
Tirion was quiet. Most of the Noldor had goneâand all the royal family but one. Indis had not returned to Tirion after FinwĂ« had been slain, but Findis had had no choice. She was the last of her fatherâs children to remain, and so in the absence of her brothersâeither of them that wanted the crownâit fell to her to lead what remained of their people. It was a heavy burden, especially in the dark. The lamps that FĂ«anĂĄro had invented had not been needed much before, and now those who remained were scrambling to make more; in the meantime the palace was shadowy, empty and silent but for the echo of ElemmĂrĂ«âs footsteps on the cold marble floors. The windows were all dark and strange; they were made of stained glass, and the Treelight had made them glow, beautiful shades of red and green and blue, in all manner of designs and patterns. The starlight, silver-bright and lovely though it was, was not enough to pass through them to offer any kind of light or beauty, for it was not the light that had been in the makersâ minds long ago when they had been crafted.
ElemmĂrĂ« wondered what the Noldor would do about that. Whether they would take away the beautiful stained glass and replace it with simple clear panes to let in what light they could. The thought made her want to weep, but everything these days did that. It was as though the world had shattered like a piece of glass itself, and all that was left were brittle and sharp shards of what-had-once-been that all of them were forever stepping on, or reaching for only to cut themselves.
Findis was not in her rooms. When ElemmĂrĂ« finally came upon someone she could ask, she was told that she was in the kingâs study. ElemmĂrĂ« had never been there, and the lady was kind enough to show her the way, though they did not speak again until they came to the door and ElemmĂrĂ« whispered her thanks. There was no answer to her knock, but she pushed the door open anyway.
Lamps burned inside, illuminating the room in a soft golden glow. ElemmĂrĂ« breathed a sigh of reliefâlight, finally, light and color and a little bit of warmth from the fire blazing on the hearth. Findis was not at the desk, but curled up in a chair beside the fire. Her skirts were wrinkled and her sleeves and fingers were stained with ink; her hair was tangled in its days-old braids, and her eyes were red and swollen. When ElemmĂrĂ« stepped into the room her head jerked up, as though sheâd been startled out of some deep thought or daydream. As ElemmĂrĂ« crossed the room she rose out of the chair, and all but fell into ElemmĂrĂ«âs arms. âTheyâre all gone,â she cried. âElemmĂrĂ«, they all left, even ArafinwĂ«, even Lalwenââ
âI know,â ElemmĂrĂ« said, holding on as tight as she could. âIâm so sorry, love. But Iâm here now.â
